08 November 2005
Characters
I love how characters come alive as you write. Last night, I was enjoying a bit of whiskey with a friend and I read him part of my novel. From one paragraph, he surmised that my narrator was a late twenties to early thirties college educated male in the upper middle class from somewhere other than the East Coast. Either he's scary or there's something good about the writing I've done so far, because he was absolutely right.
07 November 2005
Fiction
Writing fiction is extremely liberating. Fiction can be as real as you want, or as far from reality as you desire. It can also be both at the same time. I decided to do National Novel Writing Month. Google it, it's cool.
02 November 2005
Ein Matzav
Ein matzav v'zeh hu. This is my new best response to 'mah hamatzav?' This is inspired by a conversation I had at Hillel tonight.
It can be used if you don't know what's going on or if you don't want to talk about it.
It can be used if you don't know what's going on or if you don't want to talk about it.
Gossip
Two of my friends are beginning a relationship. One of these friends has told me absolutely everything she thinks about the relationship and all the details of their first get together, whereas the most I could get out of the other friend was that she had gone to a restaurant with a girl. When I asked, "With a girl?" with the same intonation that I would, "Tell me more?", my friend asked why I latched onto that phrase. I then went into a mini-lecture about how "with a girl" has a different meaning than "with a friend," to which she responded, "Well, to me they mean the same thing. And I will not tolerate speculation into my personal life."
This situation fascinates me. How do you deal with knowing so much about someone that they won't reveal to you personally?
This situation fascinates me. How do you deal with knowing so much about someone that they won't reveal to you personally?
01 November 2005
King for a day, at least
I went to campus in drag yesterday, all done up in a suit, and a friend of mine went as my date (in a dress, of course). He was absolutely fabulous. It was the first time I had gone in drag since my beloved died in 2000. I was happy to do it, but it brought up many memories of my love. Today I did a reprise of the hat, by which I mean I wore the hat I wore yesterday because it is awesome and I was having a bad hair day. My RA asked me if I left the suit at home accidentally. I found that amusing.
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